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You found yourself in the middle of nowhere surrounded by these pointy looking trees.

What do you do?

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It is the morning of May the 20th, 1902.
In your slumber a voice fills your mind. Barely noticeable at first, but it grows in strength. From a barely audible breath to a soft chill brushing the ear of your slumber, as if someone was whispering across a distance. You feel can feel it URGING you.

It is enough to wake you up.

(Roll d100.)
(Rolling 95-100 will result in a critical action, the higher the better.)
(Rolling 1-5 will result in critical failure, the lower the more severe.)

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Toc and Dob are fighting for survival, choose one of them, roll a 1d100 and decide what need to evolve to kill the other.

Let's see if this works.

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this is badly drawn paint bro. the artist does not have enough money or time or patience to draw him a home, and even worse, a background. what is he going to do?

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You have just been granted a landed title of Count in the Year of our Lord, 1000. Will you ascend and become a high lord, or go rouge and create your own kingdom?
First thing's first,
How did you earn your title?
>Bravery in battle
>Exceptional service to your liege
>Born or married into it
>"Bought" it
Second, where is your county?
>England
>Holy Roman Empire
>France
>Iberia
>Eastern Europe
And third, what is your name
>Count: ______
Silly names will be disregarded.

i'mma leave this for the night

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You recently turned 21 and given that you had no real experience, you got by on menial jobs, odd jobs, simple work. You were a test subject a few times and that was fun, and you part-timed to test some vidcons, but you've never been off of Earth in your life.

The reason you're thinking about this is the recent inheritance you got from your mother's brother or some such: The Argent Gull. Not a particularly majestic ship, not really fast, or strong, agile, but she holds a crew and she holds cargo.

You really did thinking about selling it, but it's all you have from your parents, and it's all you have that reminds you of your family, AND it's way more interesting than your part-time life.

If you're going to do... whatever it is you're supposed to do, you'll need a crew. You can look among your childhood friends, your college friends, your online friends, neighbors, the homeless, really anyone would do, they would almost have to know more than you about making a life on a cargo carrier. So whom do you go to?

Side notes: Your appearance will largely be up to suggestion, so get that in now before I draw "you" I guess. Also, when I get sparse I may only post once a day, so I'll try to make sure my art "quality" and amount of story don't fall short per post.

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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

You're currently on day… whichever of a quiet guard assignment on the edge of Archduchess Aleksandria's battle line. There hasn't been a fight more impressive than slight skirmishes between scouting parties in days, and the false peace is beginning to get on your nerves. Oh, your men are doing well enough, and you don't begrudge them their honest pay even if they're not doing much to earn it, but you're here to stop your uncle's plans, not to entrench yourself and wait out a war. You have to get back home in time for your brother's wedding, after all.

Perhaps today will change things.

"We're screwed," Myrddin says. He hands you a missive that came in with the morning messenger.

"I'm sure it can't be that bad," Olwen says.

"No, we're really screwed this time," you say.

The missive is an order from the Archduchess. She wants her mercenary forces to perform reconnaissance in force on Archduke Viktor's main encampment. That means fighting an army's defensive position across a river. You can't blame the Archduchess for handing this job over to mercenaries rather than her own vassals - suicide missions tend to strain loyalties - but it doesn't change the fact that you're screwed.

"How many men does the Archduke have at his encampment?" You ask.

"Somewhere around 15 000," Myrddin says. "Of course, they can't all man the walls at the same time. I'd expect to have to fight no more than a hundred men at a time, if all the mercenaries attack together and force them to spread themselves out."

"That's still not an enviable position to be in," Olwen says. "We could try sneaking around the river."

"Yes, but it'll take longer and we don't know what opposition we'll encounter on our way around," you say. "Not to mention that we'll be left without support."

"On the other hand, going at it alone could give us an opportunity to find your uncle's men," Myrddin says. "There are no gains without risk."

The final choice is, as always, up to you.

>"We'll attack across the river."
>"We'll try to circumvent the river."

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Genocide Sticky
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“If we don’t do something this thing might be chasing us down forever.” Leo exclaimed.
Leo drew his sword and shield and took cover behind a nearby tree. Thea immediately reacted and held her staff at the ready, beginning to channel her magic. It didn’t take long for the cockatrice to show up, Head twitching and sputtering about, looking for the duo, who stood ready to pounce once the beast was in range.

The moment it was within jumping distance, Leo leapt out from behind a tree and thrust his sword forward, hitting the creature squarely in the upper torso. The cockatrice squawked out in pain as it swiftly leapt away from Leo before cocking its head in his direction. The creature gazed directly into Leo’s eyes as he looked back, but it stood motionless. The bird sat idle at range, staring down Leo, lashing its tail about. It then turned its body and bent its head down, Preparing to charge.

Leo readied himself to leap out of the way, but as he went to bend his knees he felt a sharp pain jolt through his body. He had unexpectedly become completely stiff, tension had built up throughout his entire body, and His joints locked in place, refusing to move. Leo attempted to speak out in his surprise, but found that his lips would not move as he desired. And little more than murmurs and groans escaped his throat. Even his tongue was unable to waggle back and forth.

What was this? Paralysis? No… He could still feel his arm ache, yet he was completely frozen in place, unable to move the slightest inch. Leo desperately tried to move with all his might, his bones straining and muscles aching from being forcibly dislodged from their fixed position. He managed to take all of one step before the cockatrice came barreling towards him at lightning speeds, before being blown away by a torrent of energy.

Thea had launched a continuous bolt of lightning from her staff as she came over to punch him on the shoulder. “What’s wrong with you?! GO!” she shouted, and as her fist connected, Leo felt his body relax and the tension escape him. He was able to move once more, as Thea’s magic came to an end, and the cockatrice stumbled back and forth, a few meters away.

>Charge the beast, aiming for its [write in]
>Stand in front of Thea and defend her as she prepares her next attack
>employ a specific strategy going as you close in for an attack. [Write in your tactic]
> Quickly explain to Thea what had happened to you, issuing a warning.

roll a 1d100 with your post, best of first 5 rolls determines effectiveness.

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The Kingdom of Erresuma, caught between two superpowers, has attacked its southern neighbor. The coalition of cities immediately received aid from one of the powerful nations, the Stratocracy of Lēoden. You come from a Magocracy to the north called the Danser League, your name is Arjan DeGroot, and you are a Hermit Mage. A self-taught practitioner of the arcane, and you've come to join the oldest mercenary company in existence; The Lordless Bannermen. You've decided to take on the name Snake, for a joke told by your new comrades. Speaking of which...

White, a fast twohander female fighter. She makes up for her lack of strength by keeping to the outskirts of a brawl, and using the reach of her weapon to stab at foes.
Tomas, a suave blond haired rogue you don't know much about, who fights with matchlock pistol and arming sword. He's been your most steadfast ally in the company so far.
Spat, a gruff swordsman who wields a much thicker twohander than White. He's known as the 'Pikebreaker', and is one of the crazy bastards who volunteers to charge a pikeline alone.
Sarge, your commander who fights with pistol and bastard sword. He's kept a firm grip on squad so far, and an even firmer eye on you.

Recently you've been weakened by all the fighting, using your costly magic spell Concussion that actively drains your health in exchange for a powerful blast. Knocking away doors and enemies alike, you were pivotal for clearing the path to advance forward. The place attacked was a Tower House, an ancient dwelling of a noble family turned into a rebel stronghold. After killing the garrison inside, you've begun to loot the place before torching it. Looking over the foodstuffs raided, your weak legs move over to the more important items. Such as the far more important equipment. Sarge is letting you have the pick of the litter before the rest get a chance to divide the spoils among themselves.

>[1]I want another weapon(Arming Sword, Bastard Sword, Spiked Club, Matchlock Pistol).
>[2]I want a damn helmet!(Gain Steel Helmet)
>[3]I think a mail shirt might still be good for now...(Gain Chainmail Vest).
>[4](Write in).

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Welcome back to the next expansion on the Demon Invasion quest. This is the third part in the quest so I'm going to give you the run down in what happened before.
>Part One: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/44086/

Roc, a demon lord, was summoned by a cult of tieflings looking for revenge on a human kingdom that slaughter hundreds of tieflings. Roc spawned into a dungeon with four other demons. Twelve tieflings stand before him, pleading to help and gives Roc leadership promising a foot hold in this plane of existence. Baskalon, a tiefling wielding an ax, is a named companion who represents the cult of the tieflings.

The group sets off and finds a caravan of humans, kills them and then takes four hostages. They return to the base and then partially explored a ruin to the north and found a mysterious pickax which is needed in their start for gathering resources.

>Part Two: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/78892/

Roc and his group build up their base only to be attacked by goblins in a forest. Saving Erina he goes to the base and a goblin horde, attracted by magic, then attacks the base. After the group killed the goblins and takes many as slaves and leave to ruins past the plains. The group holds up in the ruins and we learn that this is the same place the evil ritual began that created the tieflings and Roc was apart of said ritual.

There is a vast library that holds many knowledgeable tomes of magic and lore. After another summoning they attract many goblins only to befriend them and use them a manual labor. A group of humans were also captured after the fact that were attracted to the burning once base. Erina and Roc set it off in a relationship.

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This chapter of our story, however, will be different than the previous ones as it will not follow Roc. This chapter will focus on a young man who thoughtlessly ran through a portal to another plane far beyond the great divide. A plane is named Tophet, and it is where Roc came from. This is hell.

First question:
>What is this man's name?

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I'll try to keep the quality of the art as high as I can without sacrificing the speed of my posts. Alright, let's have fun!
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Your eyes strain to open as a stray sunbeam illuminates your bed through a parting in your so called curtains. You exhale loudly in annoyance and groggily get up from your bed despite your exceedingly large desire to continue sleeping. Your bladder wasn't exactly being cooperative at the moment after all.

When you reach the toilet you pull your pants down and reach down to steady your wiener.

You miss.

In confusion you look down only to find that... your dick is gone.

You stare at your nether regions in complete shock. I-it wasn't just gone, it was replaced! In the span of one night you had somehow become a woman. What in the world were you to do?

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You are a half-dragon from Darastrix Tolgalen: Dragon Island. Long before man, elf, or dwarf, dragons dominated the sky. Their many species squabbled like petty children until a champion of Io (the high god of dragons and basically creator of the world) known as Jennu Ir formed the Council of Wyrms. Through the Council a lasting peace was established for a majority of dragon kind. This peace has lasted for centuries. In fact, this would be the 8000th anniversary of the Council's founding. This celebration lasts a whole year and today marks the third month of Wer Tlushtow.

>But before we delve too deep, who are you?
>Male/Female?

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You are standing in the middle of a room eager to get your very own pokemon. Its may 20 2016 a bit dated (20 years dated) but the nostalgia will kick in.

What will the name of this kid be?

>Type in a name for him 4chan

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"... but why would the ground need rules?" You ask.
"It doesn't... but I guess Marybell does" Derrick says
"Why call them ground rules then?" You ask. "Why not Marybell rules?"
Derrick hangs his head and sighs. "Nevermind..."

"I'm back everyone! How's the training goi-" Altea calls out as she enters the courtyard.

...

"There's a... perfectly reasonable explanation for this" Marybell says.
"Hang on, don't tell me. I want to guess" Altea says. She strokes her chin and hems and haws while she thinks. "Okay, so Marybell and... what was your name again?"

"Emi" Emi says.

"So Marybell and Emi are both madly in love with my boy Derrick, and this is a sort of lover's quarrel" Altea says. "But Derrick's heart truly lies with Yuu, who is on the ground because he got caught up in their fighting... Is that right?"

...

Was that a cricket? You thought you heard a cricket...

"Full points for creativity, Commander. But unfortunately we don't all live in one of your romance novels" Pip says.
"Darn..." Altea says. "So what is it?"

"Marybell was shooting at Yuu, Miss Emi saw, and was not pleased" Lulu says.
"And man, what a way to show it" Pip says. "I don't think I've ever seen somebody take down a warhorse like Marybell so fast..."

Altea looks confused. "Wait, why? Bell was only shooting blunts, wasn't she?"
"I was?" Marybell asks.
"She was?" You ask.

Altea holds out a hand, and without a word Pip grabs one of the arrows out of the ground and hands it to her. After looking at it for a second Altea clenches her fist, breaking the shaft in two.

"You were shooting points at him?" She asks. "Do you have any idea how important he is?"
"I hate to say this, Commander, but no... we don't" Rhea says.

Altea blinks a few times. "Oh" She says. "So I haven't told you the plan?"
"Nope" Pip says.
"Are you sure?" Altea asks.
"Positive"
"Huh... I must've imagined it" Altea says. "I'll just have to remedy that, then"

...

"But not here. Everyone to the meeting room" Altea finishes, as she turns and walks briskly out of the courtyard.

...

"We should follow her" Derrick says, as he helps you to your feet.
"Yeah" You reply.

>Is that normal?

>Ask Emi how she wrapped Marybell so quickly

>Get Marybell to apologize

>Other

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Let me know when you arrive guys. We had a time zone change so im sort of lost right now.